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beansideSleep was elusive last night. I dozed off just fine, but then woke around 11pm and only dozed intermittently after that. I couldn't seem to find a comfortable spot. I spent the night flip flopping from my back to my side. My side is more comfortable, but the hand I stick under my head falls asleep, and it's back to sleeping on my back.
My cat's stomach is rumbling and squeaking. It's deeply unsettling. I want him to go eat something or poop or whatever it is he has to do to stop it. He doesn't seem at all bothered by it, and shows no sign of doing either of those things. Dr. Google says it's not a big deal, but it's disconcerting. Especially since this is our little old man. Ah well, as always, I will watch him.
Dad was up early today, which is always fun. I like my quiet time between 7 and 8:30am, and I'm a little annoyed that I don't get it. Jess is up early, but they aren't as interactive. I don't want to talk about the debates before 9am, dammit.
My stomach has also been squidgy the last two days. Yesterday, I kept having waves of nausea, and I ended up leaving work 30 min early because I just didn't feel well. I was working on a project, and having a difficult time concentrating. It's a bullshit project anyway, seeing if we can move forward backorders. They all still have backordered items, and probably should have just been cancelled, but no, instead we're going to send half an order to people. (I'm cancelling if a large portion of the order is not available. The only way I'm moving it forward is if it's only missing one or two things.)
I have my Masks game this weekend. We'll see where we go now that we have destroyed a building. I have a feeling that the shady company who's making super soldiers may have something to say about the destruction. We shall see. I also have a new test game that's supposed to be a romantic game. I'm not sure how that's going to go. I'm not a romantic person, but I want to help out the developer, so here we go. That's scheduled for tomorrow night.
My cat's stomach is rumbling and squeaking. It's deeply unsettling. I want him to go eat something or poop or whatever it is he has to do to stop it. He doesn't seem at all bothered by it, and shows no sign of doing either of those things. Dr. Google says it's not a big deal, but it's disconcerting. Especially since this is our little old man. Ah well, as always, I will watch him.
Dad was up early today, which is always fun. I like my quiet time between 7 and 8:30am, and I'm a little annoyed that I don't get it. Jess is up early, but they aren't as interactive. I don't want to talk about the debates before 9am, dammit.
My stomach has also been squidgy the last two days. Yesterday, I kept having waves of nausea, and I ended up leaving work 30 min early because I just didn't feel well. I was working on a project, and having a difficult time concentrating. It's a bullshit project anyway, seeing if we can move forward backorders. They all still have backordered items, and probably should have just been cancelled, but no, instead we're going to send half an order to people. (I'm cancelling if a large portion of the order is not available. The only way I'm moving it forward is if it's only missing one or two things.)
I have my Masks game this weekend. We'll see where we go now that we have destroyed a building. I have a feeling that the shady company who's making super soldiers may have something to say about the destruction. We shall see. I also have a new test game that's supposed to be a romantic game. I'm not sure how that's going to go. I'm not a romantic person, but I want to help out the developer, so here we go. That's scheduled for tomorrow night.
